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The song of songs which is Solomon '
s .
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Let Him kiss me with the kisses of His mouth ;
for Your loves are better than wine .
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For Your ointments have a lovely fragrance ;
Your name is as ointment poured out ;
on account of this the virgins love You .
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Draw me ;
we will run after You .
The King has brought me into His chambers .
We will be glad and rejoice in You ;
we will remember Your loves more than wine ;
the upright love You .
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I am black ,
but comely ,
O daughters of Jerusalem ,
like the tents of Kedar ,
like the curtains of Solomon .
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Do not look at me ,
that I am black ,
that the sun has looked on me .
My mother '
s sons were angry with me ;
they made me the keeper of the vineyards ;
but my own vineyard I have not kept .
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Tell me ,
You whom my soul loves ,
where do You feed ;
where do You lie down at noon ?
For why should I be as one who is veiled beside the flocks of Your companions ?
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If you yourself do not know ,
most beautiful among women ,
go in the footsteps of the flock .
And feed your kids beside the tents of the shepherds .
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O My love ,
I have compared you to My mares in Pharaoh '
s chariots .
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Your cheeks are lovely with ornaments ,
your neck with chains of beads .
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We will make you ornaments of gold with studs of silver .
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While the King is in His circle ,
my spikenard gives its fragrance .
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A bundle of myrrh is my Beloved to me .
He shall lie between my breasts .
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My Beloved is to me like a cluster of henna in the vineyards of Engedi .
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Behold ,
you are beautiful ,
My love .
Behold ,
you are beautiful ;
your eyes as doves '.
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Behold ,
you are beautiful ,
my Beloved ;
yea ,
pleasant .
Also our couch is green .
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The beams of our house are cedars ;
our rafters are of firs .
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I am a rose of Sharon ,
a lily of the valleys .
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As a lily among thorns ,
so is My love among the daughters .
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As the apple among the trees of the forest ,
so is my Beloved among the sons .
I delighted in His shadow ,
and I sat down ;
and His fruit was sweet to my taste .
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He brought me to the house of wine ,
and His banner over me was love .
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Feed me with raisin cakes ,
refresh me with apples ,
for I am sick with love .
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His left hand is under my head ,
and His right hand embraces me .
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I adjure you by the gazelles ,
and by the does of the field ,
O daughters of Jerusalem ,
that you do not stir up and do not awaken the Beloved until it pleases .
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The voice of my Beloved !
Behold ,
He comes leaping on the mountains ,
skipping on the hills .
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My Beloved is likened to a gazelle ,
or to a young deer ,
the stag .
Behold ,
He stands behind our wall ,
looking from the windows ,
peering from the lattice .
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My Beloved answered and said to me ,
Arouse yourself ,
My love ,
My beautiful one ,
and come away .
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For ,
behold ,
the winter has passed ,
the rain has passed ,
it goes to itself .
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The flowers appear on the earth ;
the time of singing has come ;
and the voice of the turtledove is heard in our land .
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The fig tree spices her unripe figs ,
and the vines give a fragrance by the blossom .
Arise ,
My love ;
come ,
My beautiful one ,
and come yourself .
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My dove ,
in the clefts of the rock ,
in the secrecy of the steep place ,
let Me see your form .
Let Me hear your voice ;
for your voice is sweet ,
and your form is beautiful .
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Take for us the foxes ,
the little foxes that spoil the vines ;
and our vineyards have blossoms .
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My Beloved is mine ,
and I am His .
He feeds among the lilies .
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Until when does the day blow ,
and the shadows flee away ?
Turn ,
my Beloved ,
and be like a gazelle ,
or a young deer ,
the stag ,
on the cleft mountains .
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By night on my bed I sought Him whom my soul loves .
I sought Him ,
but I did not find Him .
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I will rise now and go about in the city ,
in the streets and in the broad places .
I will seek Him whom my soul loves .
I sought Him ,
but I did not find Him .
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The watchmen going about in the city found me .
I said ,
Have you seen Him my soul loves ?
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When I had passed on from them ,
it was a little while until I found Him whom my soul loves .
I seized Him ,
and I did not let Him go until I had brought Him into my mother '
s house ,
and into the room of her who conceived me .
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I adjure you ,
O daughters of Jerusalem ,
by the gazelles or by the does of the field ,
that you do not stir up ,
even that you not stir up the Beloved until it pleases .
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Who is this who comes up out of the wilderness like pillars of smoke ,
burned with myrrh and frankincense ,
from all powders of the merchant ?
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Behold his bed ,
Solomon '
s !
Sixty mighty men are around it ,
of the mighty men of Israel .
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They all hold the sword ,
instructed in war ;
each man has his sword on his thigh from dread in the night .
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King Solomon made himself a litter bed of the trees of Lebanon .
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He made its poles of silver ;
its back of gold ;
its seat of purple ;
its middle was paved with love by the daughters of Jerusalem .
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Go forth ,
O daughters of Zion ,
and see king Solomon with the crown with which his mother crowned him on his wedding day ,
even on the day of the gladness of his heart .
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Behold ,
you are beautiful ,
My love .
Behold ,
you are beautiful ;
your eyes are as doves '
from behind your veil .
Your hair is like a flock of goats which lie down from Mount Gilead .
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Your teeth are like a flock of shorn sheep which come up from the washing place ;
of which they all are bearing twins ;
and barrenness is not among them .
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Your lips are like a cord of scarlet ,
and your speech is becoming ;
your temples are like a piece of pomegranate behind your veil .
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Your neck is like the tower of David ,
built for an armory ;
a thousand bucklers hang on it ,
all the shields of the mighty men .
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Your two breasts are like two fawns ,
twins of a gazelle ,
feeding among the lilies .
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Until when the day blows ,
and the shadows flee away ,
I myself will go to the mountain of myrrh ,
and to the hills of frankincense .
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You are all beautiful ,
My love .
There is no blemish on you .
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Come with Me from Lebanon ,
My spouse ;
with Me from Lebanon .
Look from the top of Amana ,
from the top of Shenir and Hermon ,
from the lions '
dens ,
from the mountains of the leopards .
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You have ravished My heart ,
My sister ,
My spouse ;
you have ravished My heart with one of your eyes ,
with one chain of your neck .
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How beautiful are your loves ,
My sister ,
My spouse !
How much better are your loves than wine ,
and the scent of your ointments than all spices !
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Your lips ,
My spouse ,
drip like the honeycomb ;
honey and milk are under your tongue .
And the scent of your garments is like the scent of Lebanon .
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A locked garden is My sister ,
My spouse ;
a rock heap locked up ,
a sealed fountain .
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Your plants are an orchard of pomegranates with excellent fruits ,
with henna and spikenard ;
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spikenard and saffron ,
calamus and cinnamon ;
with all trees of frankincense ,
myrrh and aloes ;
with all the chief balsam spices ;
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a fountain of gardens ,
a well of living waters ;
even flowings from Lebanon .
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Awake ,
north wind ;
yea ,
come ,
south wind ;
blow on my garden ;
let its spices flow out .
Let my Beloved come into His garden and eat its excellent fruits .
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I have come into My garden ,
My sister ,
My spouse ;
I have gathered My myrrh with My spice .
I have eaten My honeycomb with My honey ;
I have drunk My wine with My milk .
Eat and drink ,
O friends ;
yea ,
drink fully ,
beloved ones .
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I sleep ,
but my heart is awake .
It is the sound of my Beloved that knocks ,
saying ,
Open to Me ,
My sister ,
My love ,
My dove ,
My undefiled .
For My head is filled with dew ,
My locks with the drops of the night .
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I have stripped off My coat ;
how shall I put it on ?
I have washed My feet ;
how shall I soil them ?
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My Beloved sent His hand from the opening ,
and my inner being sighed for Him .
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I rose up to open to my Beloved ,
and my hands dripped with myrrh ;
yea ,
my fingers flowing with myrrh on the handles of the bolt .
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I opened to my Beloved ;
but my Beloved had left ;
He passed on .
My soul went out when He spoke ;
I sought Him ,
but I could not find Him .
I called Him ,
but He did not answer me .
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The watchmen who went about the city found me and struck me ;
they wounded me ;
the keepers of the walls lifted my veil from me .
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I adjure you ,
O daughters of Jerusalem ,
if you find my Beloved ,
what do you tell Him ?
That I am sick with love .
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What is your Beloved more than another Beloved ,
most beautiful among women ?
What is your Beloved more than another Beloved ,
that you adjure us so ?
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My Beloved is bright and ruddy ,
standing out among ten thousand .
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His head is like refined gold ;
His locks are bushy and black as a raven .
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His eyes are as the eyes of doves on the rivers of waters ,
washed with milk ,
sitting on a setting .
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His cheeks are like a bed of spices ,
a raised bed of aromatic herbs .
His lips are like lilies dropping flowing myrrh .
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His hands are like rings of gold filled with jewels ;
His body an ivory plate overlaid with sapphires .
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His legs are like pillars of marble founded on bases of fine gold ;
His appearance is like Lebanon ,
excellent as the cedars .
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His mouth is most sweet ;
and He is altogether lovely .
This is my Beloved ,
and this is my Friend ,
O daughters of Jerusalem .
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Where has your Beloved gone ,
most beautiful among women ?
Where has your Beloved turned ?
For we seek Him along with you .
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My Beloved has gone down to His garden ,
to the terraces of spices ,
to feed in the gardens and to gather lilies .
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I am my Beloved '
s ,
and my Beloved is mine .
He feeds among the lilies .
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O My love ,
you are as beautiful as Tirzah ,
as lovely as Jerusalem ,
awesome as bannered armies .
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Turn away your eyes from Me ,
because they have overcome Me .
Your hair is like a flock of goats that lie down from Gilead .
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Your teeth are like a flock of ewes which come up from the washing place ,
of which they all are bearing twins ,
and barrenness is not among them .
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Your temples behind your veil are like a piece of pomegranate .
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Sixty of them are queens ,
and eighty concubines ,
and virgins without number .
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But My dove ,
My perfect one is one alone .
She is the only one to her mother ;
she is the choice of the one who bore her .
The daughters saw her and called her blessed ;
the queens and the concubines saw her ,
and they praised her .
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Who is she who looks down like the dawn ,
beautiful as the moon ,
clear as the sun ,
awesome as bannered armies ?
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I went down to the garden of nut trees ,
to see the greenery of the ravine ,
to see whether the vine flowered and the pomegranates budded .
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I did not know ,
but my soul set me on the chariots of My princely people .
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Return ,
return ,
O Shulamite !
Return ,
return ,
that we may gaze upon you .
What will you see in the Shulamite ?
As it were the dance of two army camps .
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How beautiful are your feet in sandals ,
O prince '
s daughter !
The curves of your thighs are like jewels ,
the work of the hands of a skillful worker .
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Your navel is like a round goblet ;
it never lacks mixed wine .
Your belly is like a heap of wheat set about with lilies .
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Your two breasts are like two fawns ,
twins of a gazelle .
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Your neck is like an ivory tower ;
your eyes like the fishpools in Heshbon ,
by the gate of Bathrabbim .
Your nose is like a tower of Lebanon ,
peering toward the face of Damascus .
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Your head is like Carmel ,
and the hair of your head like purple cloth ;
the King is held captive in its tresses .
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How beautiful and how pleasant you are in delights ,
O love !
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Your stature compares to a palm tree ,
and your breasts to clusters of grapes .
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I said ,
I will go up in the palm tree ;
I will take hold of its stalk .
And please let your breasts be like clusters of the vine ,
and the scent of your nose like apples ,
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and the roof of your mouth like the best wine going down smoothly ,
for my Beloved ,
flowing softly over the lips of sleeping ones .
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I am my Beloved '
s ,
and His desire is toward me .
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Come ,
my Beloved ,
let us go forth into the field ;
let us stay in the villages .
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Let us rise up early to the vineyards ;
let us see if the vine flowers and the blossom opens ,
and the pomegranates bud forth .
There I will give my loves to You .
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The love apples give a scent ,
and over our doors are all excellent fruits ;
new ,
also old ,
I have laid up for You ,
my Beloved .
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Who can give You to me ,
as my brother ,
who sucked the breasts of my mother ?
When I find You outside ,
I would kiss You .
They also would not despise me .
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I would lead You ;
I would bring You into my mother '
s house ,
that You might teach me ;
I would cause You to drink the spiced wine from the juice of my pomegranate .
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His left hand would be under my head ,
and His right hand embracing me .
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I adjure you ,
O daughters of Jerusalem ;
why should you stir up or why should you awaken my love until it pleases ?
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Who is this that comes up from the wilderness ,
leaning on her Beloved ?
I awakened you under the apple tree ;
there your mother travailed with you ;
there she travailed ;
she bore you .
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Set me as a seal on Your heart ,
as a seal on Your arm .
For love is strong as death ;
jealousy is cruel as Sheol ;
its flames are flames of fire ,
a flame of Jehovah .
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Many waters cannot quench love ,
nor will the rivers overflow it .
If a man would give all the wealth of his house for love ,
they surely would despise him .
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We have a little sister ,
and she has no breasts .
What shall we do for our sister in the day she shall be spoken for ?
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If she is a wall ,
we will build a turret of silver on her .
And if she is a door ,
we will enclose her with boards of cedar .
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I was a wall ,
and my breasts like towers ;
then I was in His eyes as one finding peace .
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Solomon had a vineyard in Baal-hamon .
He let the vineyard out to keepers ;
for its fruit everyone was to bring a thousand of silver .
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My vineyard which is mine is before me ;
the thousand is for you ,
O Solomon ,
and two hundred for the keepers of its fruit .
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You who dwell in the gardens ,
the companions are listening to your voice ;
cause me to hear it .
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Hurry ,
my Beloved ,
and be like a gazelle ,
or a young deer ,
the stag ,
on the mountains of spices .